Monday, 11 May 2009

The Face

Tonight, when I sleep,
Will I see the face
of my beloved?
Will I know him when he smiles?
I have walked many miles
On either side a brother,
a father, a mother
And yet my restless heart
longs for that other.
That Rumi, that Gibran,
that Titian, that Rembrandt
That business man, that surgeon,
That Afghan warrior clan
Break your mould for me
Make a space for me -
Find me a room
with a carved window sill
Carve me a dower of linen and silk
I will sleep and sleep
and wake to see
the face of my beloved.

Image: Photo of Kahlil Gibran
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